As we arrived at our next class, Nicole and I found ourselves sitting next to each other, much to my chagrin. I just wanted my rock back from Nicole. The whole situation felt absurd and frustrating—wearing this tight skirt and heels, feeling weirdly attracted to Andrew, and now Nicole was in control with that darn rock.
I couldn't stop thinking about Andrew. I hated that I was still crushing on him. I kept wondering if I would see him in the hallway again today. The thought made me feel nervous and flustered.
I glanced over at Nicole, who was eyeing me mischievously. "Nicole, seriously, can you give me the rock back?" I whispered urgently, trying to keep my voice low so no one else could hear.
She just grinned and shook her head, enjoying every bit of my discomfort. "Not yet, Jon. Let's have a little more fun first," she replied in a teasing tone.
Before I could protest further, she closed her eyes briefly and muttered something under her breath. "I wish Jon would sit more girlishly with his legs crossed at the knee."
I felt a sudden shift in my body, and involuntarily, I found myself crossing my legs at the knee, sitting in a way that felt unnatural and overly feminine. I tried to uncross them, but it was as if some force was keeping them in place.
"Nicole, cut it out!" I hissed, feeling a blush creeping up my neck. I was not used to sitting like this, and it only added to my embarrassment.
She giggled softly, clearly amused by my predicament. "Relax, Jon. You look cute," she teased, her eyes dancing with mischief.
I shot her a frustrated look, but there was nothing I could do about it now. I sat there, trying to ignore the strange sensation of my legs crossed, while also brainstorming how I was going to undo all this damage once I got my rock back.
The class seemed to drag on forever, and I couldn't wait for it to be over. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity, sitting here with my legs crossed in this uncomfortable way.
Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. I quickly stood up, eager to leave the room and get away from Nicole and that ridiculous rock.
"Come on, Jon, lighten up," Nicole said, falling into step beside me as we walked out of the classroom. "It's all in good fun."
I sighed, feeling exasperated. "Fun for you, maybe," I muttered under my breath.
Nicole just grinned, clearly enjoying herself way too much. "Don't worry, Jon. We'll get through this together," she said cheerfully, patting me on the back.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Somehow, I doubt that," I replied dryly.
As we walked through the hallway, I couldn't help but glance around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Andrew. Part of me dreaded seeing him again, knowing how flustered and nervous he made me feel, but another part couldn't deny the strange attraction I felt towards him.
Nicole noticed my furtive glances and nudged me playfully. "Looking for someone?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.
I scowled at her, feeling more than a little annoyed.
"Fine, fine," Nicole said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But you have to admit, this is all pretty entertaining."
I shook my head, disbelievingly.
